At my old job, our toll-free number was one digit off from a radio station somewhat far away (i.e. another time zone). So when we got the occasional wrong number, we’d often play along if we had nothing else to do… “Hi, what can I put on the air for ya? - Sure, and who would you like to dedicate that to? - Great! It’ll be on in the next 20 minutes!”
One evening two young ladies called, and since we were busy, I politely told them they had the wrong number. They kept saying “Are you sure?” because I do have a professional-sounding voice and I did all of our company’s voiceover work. I finally convinced them this was not the radio station and they reluctantly hung up, but they intentionally called back for the next 3 days just to talk to ME because they liked my voice!
I hate ironing, thus I got exceptionally good so it takes less time. Even as a kid, I was so good at it, while my dad was a cop, he actually preferred me to iron his uniforms instead of Mom because I could nail the shirt-sleeve crease dead center through the department and sergeant-stripe patches every time.
At my old job, our toll-free number was one digit off from a radio station somewhat far away (i.e. another time zone). So when we got the occasional wrong number, we’d often play along if we had nothing else to do… “Hi, what can I put on the air for ya? - Sure, and who would you like to dedicate that to? - Great! It’ll be on in the next 20 minutes!”
One evening two young ladies called, and since we were busy, I politely told them they had the wrong number. They kept saying “Are you sure?” because I do have a professional-sounding voice and I did all of our company’s voiceover work. I finally convinced them this was not the radio station and they reluctantly hung up, but they intentionally called back for the next 3 days just to talk to ME because they liked my voice!